Lyrics:

She's got a ballpark figure He's got a ballpoint pen Travel around for weeks at a time Writing down descriptions of the places they been She plays guitar but nothing fancy With no intention of becoming a star Only thing that's bothering him these days Is where he's gonna find a good ten cent cigar Cliches, good ways Say what you mean, mean what you say She never did make her debut He never made it to class She's 86'd from the Chart Room He's 29 and pushin' 30 real fast They're funny when they get to rockin' Goin' out for the night on the town Takin' polaroid pictures that are never in focus Just to look at when they finally slow down Full moon, so soon Wishin' every month of the year could be June He's always tuned into Star Trek She's always tuned into him Hidin' his cookies when he gets the munchies Tryin' hard just to keep the boy slim Tonight they're gonna go star gazing And try to figure out which one they're near Try as they might I don't think they'll reach the height She know you can't get there from here Full moon, so soon Wishin' every month of the year could be June Cliches, good ways Say what you mean, mean what you say Just say what you mean, mean what you say